You are everything.
The air, the sky, the oceans,
Every thought of mine.
Come to me, brightest
Star in the universe, light
Of my life, my world.
If you had a book published, what would you call it - and why?
I have always liked the idea of calling my book Look Through Any Window because the stuff I write mainly involves people and things that go on behind closed doors.
I love you, Alex; my sister, my person.
Saved (Ode to Ozzy)
You are what I desperately needed when I was lost
My life had demanded a massive emotional cost
Adrift, unwanted, alone and cruelly misused
My good nature and reputation cynically abused
Cowed and cautious, solitude my best defence
I clothed myself with an air of indifference
Shut away, out of sight and out of mind
Trying to leave the hurt and the bad memories behind.
But then I saw your face and realised I was wrong
To make myself believe that I did not belong
In a world where you urgently needed me
To be as strong as I possibly could be
To save you from an unpleasant fate
Another day or two and I would have been too late
To rescue not only you, but myself as well
From what was turning into a living hell
Your story was little better than mine, I heard
Rarely had you known affection or heard a kind word
I vowed to right that situation from the day that we met
And to never give you reason to ever regret
Trusting me to treat you with dignity and respect
And to love you as you had the right to expect
You gave me a reason to get up each day
To enjoy your company, to live, to laugh and play
To give to you freely and unashamedly
My love and and my heart unreservedly
I receive from you complete and utter devotion
Your loving looks fill me with such emotion
That I am proud to tell you every single day
How much I love you in every single way
You are more than a companion, you’re my best friend
And I’ll be with you all the way, right to the end
Until that final parting of our ways
When we reach the end of our days
But that time is a long way off yet,
Isn’t it, Ozzy, my beloved canine pet?
A lovely gentleman who writes beautifully.
That's enough. Too much rest you just holding up the line..now get up and move.. Good
Wide and eclectic tastes, and a great dog lover
How could I move if I am at the end of the line..
The help of a friend
In a time of great crisis
Is a priceless gift.
i am waiting for you to move sir. just a little bit more, thanks
These limericks are fun, I must say
I take a good look every day
At each new post
But the ones I like most
Are those that make me want to stay!
i love you intellect...very much